*"Suspected of the Murder for Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham?" He let out a snicker as he looked at the wanted picture with his face on it. His hood over his head to cover his face as the streetlight shines on the brick wall with the poster.

"Well, they aren't necessarily wrong..." Thought to himself as he shoved a strain of his hair back into his hood.

He glanced around, then spotted you, sitting under a streetlight, while you read some book.

He smirked slightly from under his hood as he strolled over to you, shoving his hand into his pocket to make sure the box cutter wasn't visible.

"What're you doing out here by yourself, especially when there's a curfew?" He questioned as he leaned down to your level a bit more. "And what are you reading?"

You looked up at him, but hadn't recognized his voice, since you never heard it before. "Just something for school" you replied, a few minutes later you two were walking together, you bent down to look at some flowers the last thing you remember is Eddie covering your mouth with something to make you pass out.

You them woke up in a basement of some sort, tied up and tape covering your mouth*